Words worth keeping

Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.

I don't believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

The more I see, the less I know for sure.

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire.

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...

Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twiceI think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –over and over announcing your placein the family of things.

The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.